Entry 10: My Friend, the Moon, and Spirituality
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I have always loved the moon. For as long as I can remember, I have been captivated by the magic light of the moon, enamored by the way it shifts and cycles. Each version of me has written a poem to the moon, one of the only consistent topics to travel from adolescence into my thirties. As someone who has always lived with the experience of mental health symptoms, the moon felt like solidarity. A reminder that all living things cycle, shift, become, and withdraw. While the full moon has never ceased to take my breath away, I am drawn to the phases where shadows coexist with light.
Growing up, the language that serenaded my school classrooms was descriptions of a God who does not change. While this appeared to be a comfort to those who spoke it, for me, it felt limiting. I saw God in the moon that cycled through it’s extraordinary phases. I saw God in the trees that moved through seasons with their own personal shifts and changes. I saw God in the birds that migrate, the animals that adapt, and the knowledge that I too was supposed to grow.
My very limited exploration into astrology would indicate that I was born 1 day after a new moon. I was born in the time when most of the moon lie in shadow with only the slightest glow. I am also a Pisces, water, emotion, empathy, intuition, artistic, spiritual, and imaginative. This knowledge awakened me to a meaning I had only known in my soul but not in language taught to me. There was so much meaning and magic surrounding the day of my birth, just as it is the day my son was born, my daughter, the oak tree in our backyard, and the cardinal visiting our bird feeder. And oh, the divine in me, in my children, in the birds, and in the moon is a divinity so expansive that change, or lack of change does not fit. There is a fluidity, a gentleness, a movement as this world and this universe flows and moves.
At least this as resonated with me in my spiritual journey, and maybe it has for you. In the very least, I hope it reminds you to connect to the wild world around you to search for meaning, truth, and magic. May you find permission to wonder, to explore, to question, and to claim new meaning, whatever that looks like.
Sending you light and love,
Holly